When I was younger, I said I'd get married, but I wanted my own house. Maybe we could live in the same neighborhood, I fantasized telling my future husband. I took great pride in not being exactly what my parents wanted me to be, but exactly who I was. Who I was led me through some great adventures to finding my ideal career, meeting some ( Read more... )

Whenever I say something too true I cry.

I got my teeth late, and I will get my husband late, too.

Today, I realized. You were meant for me, but I wasn't meant for you. If I had been, I'd be dead right now, just like you. For a few weeks after you died, I knew I was supposed to be dead. I felt the dead walking among me. It was you, with your nonchalant curiosity wondering about my life. You wanted to know every step. I always liked that ( Read more... )

Home. The line of hair down your chest. The lack of it any lower. Being with you is like being in a lush rainforest, each layer exposing itself as I dig dipper and dipper into your atmosphere. And as soon as I think I am too high to breathe the wind is pelting me in the face, my arms around your spine. Air leaks into my lungs only thanks to ( Read more... )

What do you want? your dreams or your life? I'm like a halophile. A halo upon my head and a daunting smile upon my face. You'll never know what hit you until you land upon a tree and the airbag in your face. Are you serious? Is this really about to happen to you? I thought we had an unspoken commonality until I realized you were just a ( Read more... )

They say, go ahead girl, write it in the burn book. The same crowd coerces me to write here. Dearest love, I know you hate this singer because every time I hear him I cry for you, yearn for you. I know you accept without penance for sins done while you're gone. How can I ask for that? When in a jealous fit of rage I stop everything else I do ( Read more... )

I used to tell you that I wouldn't be waiting nonchalantly in your future. Little did I know, you wouldn't be waiting in mine...

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I had it in a moment's time. A glance, one glance was all I needed. My eyes got a whiff of your skin, that pasty pale complexion I used to plant my lips all over and over, in the summer or in the rain, in parking lots or your front door. My eyes feasted in that nose, oh your nose, a mere ski slope at one angle, and pig-like in another. At the ( Read more... )